A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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DOSTI DARD NAHI

दोस्ती दर्द नहीं खुशियों की सौगात है,

MUJHE BHI KHABAR NAHI

कोई आहट होती है ना,

तो लगता है जैसे �

meine jindagi ka sabse a6a dost paya.
Ek din jab tu meri jindagi mein aya, laga mujhe meine ek heera hai paya… chamak teri, y

ye ranjisho ka silsila

Suna hai Sau raaste jaate hai usski jaanib ki taraf ...

mujhe ek bhi nai mil raha, lagata

Heart And Mind

When I met you, my life changed

Don't know when this feeling came

I got out of be

Words Can't Describe Feelings

Words simply can't describe

My feelings for you,

For my feelings are so many,

The Kiss That Was

have you ever had a kiss

that took you on a bliss

and left you with shaking knees

Take My Hand

I thought that I was chasing dreams

While I was walking down those fast streams.

A Cow And A Rooster Went Dancing

A cow and a rooster went dancing

One night by the light of the moon.

They'd arran

ae mere watan

ऐ मेरे प्यारे वतन, ऐ मेरे बिछड़े चमन त�